Tattooed

My heart sways in wilderness as bizarre moon departs.

Surreal and shorter seem incense filled, insane hours.

Bound in your spell, a lava unleashes from the cell-

sizzles thru each vein - on my soul your tattoo engrafts.

On A Pier

Outstretched I lay on a pier wide, square,

gaze up at the sky which stares down at me.

When the dusk-sun, a different colour wears,

and eve-winds aid a flock of birds to flee.

Deeper, the long white sails lazily sway-

a romance with blue waters as they waltz.

And my mind saunters away from the bay-

if only the sand in the glass would pause.

Far, the sun dips further into the bowl.

Wonder if you too are seeing it from miles.

I look up and watch the dispersing clouds

to find your face flash and sparkle a smile.

Nor distance nor time can untie the lace,

forged by your memories - a boundless trace.

The Floating Village

Rolling over the foams of a river,

in a catamaran I cruised along.

To the beats of my heart chugged the motor,

and wind blew away the hat I had donned.

The sun shimmered hurling the yellow pecks.

As I sailed, the waters seemed to widen.

I dangled my feet over the front deck,

and looked farther to the blue horizon.

In the distance lay stationed a herd of boats

which housed children, families, numerous pets.

With schools, hospitals - a village afloat,

and people traded in floating markets.

Bare-chested young kids raced and sprang around

waving to each and every passer-by.

Their faces glowed with energy abound,

and I watched them with unabated sigh.

How well joy streams in thru places unknown,

and fills up those silent, unaware gaps.

My catamaran whistled with a moan-

signaling the time for our final lap.